Superflash and Superjack

SuperFlash and SuperJack, Part 2

© by the author 2016

The notorious Hardess Penitentiary is the final stop for many of the supervillains that plague our planet. Even the mildest-mannered of these criminals is guilty of crimes so heinous that the mere mention of their names causes children to cry and brave men to quiver in fright, but the courageous wardens and guards whose zealous performance of their duties protects us against these masterminds of wickedness recognize degrees of danger. Some villains are easy to control; others, the most devious, are not. Deep within the bowels of this fortress, the ultra-high-security wing is reserved for the most malevolent malefactors. There, behind multiple layers of tamper-proof shields, the League of the Advantageously Endowed (LAE) incarcerates the most dangerous supervillains.

While awaiting their trip to the Factory and the erasure of their superpowers, these menaces to society are caged in solitary cells and left to reflect on their misdeeds. So black are these villains' hearts, however, that, instead of repenting, they spend their days raging against their confinement and plotting revenge. But even among these arch-nemeses of all that is good, there exists one whose dastardly deeds have made him the most feared criminal alive—the supervillain known as the LeatherBear.

The LeatherBear paced the narrow confines of his cell, obsessively replaying the events of the day over and over in his mind. He was not happy. Not even his capture by the crack battalion of LAE superheroes known as the XXX Squad had been as humiliating. When the guards had put him in stasis and transported him to the Academy, the Bear thought his day had come. The LAE foolishly imagined they had him under control. They would soon learn that the LeatherBear had more up his sleeves than humongously swollen biceps throbbing with pulsating veins of pure energy. He confidently predicted that within a few hours he would be free to resume his pursuit of world domination. He intended to begin by enslaving all the cadets and faculty at the Academy.

But instead of regaining his liberty, he had been defeated by some scrawny, sawed-off fourth-year Academy cadet. The kid wasn't even an accredited superhero—just some trainee undergoing a qualifying exam. When the guards had carted him into the arena, he had prepared himself mentally to unleash the beast and stun the kid into submission. It had worked so many times before. All he had had to do was flash his cock. One look and a guy was his for life. He had brought thousands of men to their knees that way, their minds and bodies enslaved and eager to cater to his every whim. And he almost did it again. Within half a second after the guards had switched off the stasis unit, his hands were already grasping the waistband of his jock strap and pulling it down, about to let his cock and balls spring out and dazzle everyone watching into perfect and unquestioning adoration and obedience.

Just as he exposes the top of his cock, however, the little bastard unleashes his mind control powers. The next thing he knows, he's lying on his back, arms and legs akimbo, getting a blowjob. And not just any blowjob—a blowjob like he's never had before. Suction so intense that the cum is literally being vacuumed out of his balls. As it surges into his prick, every surface of his cock is engulfed in a hot, wet, ball-churning ejaculation that holds him on the edge of orgasm forever. He almost cums again in his cell thinking about it.

And while he's distracted by the best oral sex he's ever had in his life, the mangy puppy reaches down and flicks on the stasis unit, immobilizing him and rendering him impotent. For good measure, the kid tucks his jockstrap back in place so that his cock is entirely covered. Now he's lying there impotent, unable to exercise his superpower. There's a lot of shouting going on. Some guy is really angry about what the kid did to him. That he can totally understand. The cocksucker took advantage of his momentary weakness. But what could you expect from the LAEmen? Those fucks just don't play fair.

As if that weren't enough, while he's lying there—he's already defeated. He's not going to cause any trouble. While he's lying there, suddenly the kid hits him again. This time it's an all-out assault. Not only is he getting a blowjob, but also he's getting rimmed and fucked. Somehow it's all happening at once. And it doesn't stop. It just goes on and on, getting better and better. He must have fainted when he came because he doesn't remember anything after that. The next thing he knows, he wakes up back in solitary confinement in Hardess Peni-fucking-tentiary with his cock and balls encased inside a locked stainless steel egg again so that nobody can catch sight of them and come under his control.

The experience has discombobulated him so much he can't think straight. He doesn't know what he wants most. Well, he wants to escape before he's sent to the Factory for reprogramming. That's at the top of the list. And then there's revenge. Yeah, revenge is near the top of his list. Revenge on the XXX Squad who captured him and put him in jail, thwarting his schemes for world domination. Revenge on the runt who bested him in the arena and foiled his plans for escaping. But more than just revenge. He wants the sniveling dickwad turned into his obedient slave who will give him more of those wonderful blowjobs and rimjobs and fucks. Well, not the fucking.

He had done lots of fucking in his life, but that was the first time he had taken it up the ass. He hoped nobody had been taping the session. If the video leaked, he'd never live it down. If the word got out that he had been fucked, his reputation for being the baddest-ass supervillain in the universe would plummet. So no fucking. Definitely the blowjobs. Maybe the rimjobs. Real men could get rimjobs. But not fucked.

But, of course, he hadn't really been fucked. It had all happened inside his mind. Somehow the kid had put those sensations into his mind. So maybe it didn't really count as getting fucked. Yeah, that was the right way to look at it. He hadn't actually been fucked. It had just been a mind fuck. A faux fuck. How many faux fucks does it take to make a real fuck? How much wood can a faux fuckee chomp before it counts as a real fuck? Quite a lot, he was willing to bet. At least in his case—given his superlative mental and physical powers.

So maybe it would be okay to let the kid loose on his ass again—just once, well, maybe twice—but only after he had the kid under his control. He'd be the one calling the (cum)shots.

He'd make that sucker pay for what he did. He hadn't spent his life doing evil just to lose his cherry to some little cunt-trainee from the LAE Academy. Nope. Whatever the kid's name was—he was going to spend the rest of his life fucking. No, not fucking. Where had that idea come from? He was going to spend the rest of his life getting fucked. The kid, he meant. He wasn't going to be the one getting fucked. The kid was.

Although he did have to admit that it had felt incredible. Maybe he could have the kid faux fuck him while he fucked the kid. He bet that would feel great. His own cock plowing the kid's ass while he ordered the little twit to give him a mind fuck. That would teach the kid a lesson. Show him who was boss.

If he had known getting fucked could feel so stupendous, he might have tried it earlier. Damn, no, no, no. That was all wrong. The kid had fucked up his head. The kid was a head fucker. But maybe he was an ass fucker too. He could order the kid to fuck him for real and give him a mind fuck at the same time. The kid had to be a great fucker. No way, he could know how to give someone a great faux fuck if he couldn't give a great real fuck as well.

God, he was getting aroused again—which wasn't the best thing to be when your junk is shut up inside a steel egg. He had to stop thinking about the kid. Think about something else. Puppies. Puppies were good. He liked puppies. A cute little puppy chasing a ball. A cute little puppy licking his balls, rimming his ass. A Great Dane pounding his ass, thrusting his cock deep into him, ramming it in over and over, harder and harder, slamming his groin into him with so much force that his buttocks rocked in waves of muscular flesh as he cried out with pleasure and begged the Husky to fuck him—

Damn, he was messed up. Couldn't even think of a puppy without imagining it plowing him.

He wished he could remember what the kid looked like. He bet the kid was really cute. Like some cuddly puppy, a cuddly puppy with the best cock in the world. Dammit, couldn't he stop thinking about it? The kid had invaded his mind, and now he was the kid's bitch.

The LeatherBear moaned. Damn the little fucker. Well, not so little. At least the kid's cock hadn't felt little when he was shoving it in. Damn, damn, damn. No, it hadn't been the kid's cock. Just the thought of a cock invading his mind. The kid had got inside his mind, and now he was screwed for life. Addickted.

The LeatherBear rolled over on his cot and faced the wall. He needed to get some rest. That would clear his mind. But it wasn't that easy to get to sleep. He tossed and turned for an hour. He couldn't get comfortable. The cock cage kept him from getting an erection, but his swollen cock still strained to escape. The LeatherBear dove deep into his mind and pulled up the memory of his encounter with the kid. He let himself feast on the recollections of the sensations that had swept through him. And there it was again—the delirium of pleasure was overwhelming him, making him so weak and yet so strong at the same time. The kid's legs were hard pillars of steel forcing his thighs apart as his ten-inch cock shafted his ass.

His buttocks convulsed as he lifted his groin off the cot and stabbed the air with his caged cock. The LeatherBear became oblivious to anything but his need for release. His balls quivered as he shot thick wads of cum. Bolt after bolt of lightning cascaded through his mind, overpowering it and knocking him out.

Several hours into his sex-induced coma, the dream began. He and the kid were holding hands and running naked through a meadow. Hordes of brilliantly colored butterflies probed gay clusters of blossoms for their nectar. The sun shone in a bright blue sky. He spread a blanket in the meadow and lay down on his back, grasping his ankles with his hands and pulling his legs back, exposing his throbbing, hungry, virgin asshole to the pulsating cock of the incredible man who had introduced him to fucking. Suddenly, wonderfully, the man's cock was inside him, gently pumping, filling him with a feeling of warmth, security, happiness, love.

The LeatherBear woke up horny. Unfortunately the cock cage prevented him from getting his hands on his cock and finding relief. He was in a foul mood. He strode angrily around the small isolation cell, shaking his fist at the camera. Those LAE turds thought they had neutered him by covering his groin with that locked chastity egg. Wrong. He had powers they didn't suspect. They weren't as powerful as his cock, and they took longer to work—that's why he didn't use them. He didn't need to when he could shock a man into instant submission with one glance at his naked groin, but whoever was watching him on the other end of that camera feed would eventually be his slave. It was only a matter of time.

He began his preparations.

Prisoners in isolation aren't allowed to talk to the guards directly. Too many villains possess persuasive voices. There are prisoners who could literally talk their way out of a maximum-security isolation cell. To prevent that, each prisoner is given a pad of paper and a crayon. The only means of communication with the guards is to letter a sign and hold it up to the camera.

The LeatherBear grabbed the pad of paper and began writing. The guard watching him on the other end of the camera would relay his request for supplies to someone authorized to make a decision. He would hear back eventually. A guard would activate the one-way intercom and read the decision to him.

"Do it again, Jack, please."

Jack sighed. Once a guy experienced one of his mental blowjobs or a mind fuck, he wouldn't settle for anything else. Certainly the guy didn't want Jack to engage in a real blowjob or fucking. They always made that very clear. What he could do to them physically didn't begin to compare with what he could do to them mentally.

Since his victory over the LeatherBear, word of his powers had spread throughout the Academy. Guys who wouldn't have paid him a moment's notice before were now dropping by his dorm room or stopping him on campus and suggesting that they "hang out and have some fun." What they meant by that was that they would push their pants down and let their junk hang out and then Jack would zap them and they would experience a tremendous blowjob or a rimming or a fucking, while Jack sat there and twiddled his thumbs.

It was frustrating. All he wanted was a date with a nice guy—someone he could contemplate spending the rest of his life with. But all he got horny studs.

"Please, Jack, do it again. Only this time can you make it last an hour? Or more, if you've got the time."

Jack sighed. He was sighing a lot lately.

The message rejecting his request for depilatory cream and a razor so that he could shave his scalp and beard was read by the man the LeatherBear called "Guard A." He had identified several different guards on the basis of the voices on the one-way intercom. Guard A was on duty 9 to 5 on weekdays. "Prisoners are not permitted to have harsh chemicals or sharp objects that can be used to harm themselves or others." Guard A sounded happy that the Bear's request had been denied. Well, the prick would soon be whistling another tune, marching to the beat of a different drummer.

When his head became fuzzy with hair and his beard started to obscure his face, he used a series of signs to invoke his constitutional rights to make himself neat and presentable for his trial. It took another two weeks for the powers-that-be to debate the issue. In the end they agreed to give him a battery-operated shaver. It wasn't the best solution, but he would make do.

For the camera, he diligently spent an hour buzzing the hair off his head and face. The result was less than perfect, and he had to demand a new battery every few days, but at least the hair on his head was under control. He kept up a daily routine of running the shaver over his scalp and face for two weeks. He figured that was long enough for the guard on the other end of the camera to grow bored with watching him. Even so, he didn't take any chances. He held the shaver at chest height for ten seconds with one hand, while he ran his other hand over his face and head, as if feeling for spots that he had missed. For good measure, he pretended to discover several such spots and ran the shaver over them again and again. He counted on the guard focusing on the hand that was moving, not on the hand that held nearly motionless at chest height.

He contented himself with shaving off a bit of the hair on his chest each day. He didn't want the change to be sudden. Just a few hairs each day. There was no need to rush. He needed Guard A to be on duty. Of all the guards, he was the one who spent the most time watching. It took him a week to remove the hairs obscuring his nipples. It had been so long since he had been out in the sun without a pelt of thick black fur covering his chest that the removal of the hair surrounding the nipples left a thin white band of flesh surrounding each of them. All the better for his purposes—it was like highlighting a bull's-eye with a bright light. It caught the eye and drew it in.

Thereafter he made sure that he did his exercises with his chest pointing directly at the camera. Whoever was watching on the other end would find his screen filled with the sight of his nipples moving up and down and from side to side. Mesmerizing undulations of sheer sexiness. Anyone who saw his cock was instantly filled with thoughts of submission and obedience. It took longer for his nipples to work their magic—they were after all much smaller than his cock—but hours of watching them would overcome any resistance.

He gave Guard A two weeks before holding up a sign reading "Turn on the intercom." He was glad to see that there was no hesitation. In less than a second, he heard the hollow buzz that signaled the intercom was on. As if that weren't proof enough, the sound of raspy breathing filled his cell.

He placed his hands under his pecs and lifted them toward the camera, moving them up and down sensuously. He ran his thumbs across his nipples, pushing them out, offering them to the watcher. The guard moaned.

The LeatherBear smiled inwardly. The guard was his now. The guard's mind would be filled with thoughts of sucking those nipples, worshipping them. The guard would do anything for those nipples.

"Master." The word was filled with submission and obedience.

The LeatherBear held up the first in the series of signs he had prepared.

"Escaped? How did he get out? No one's ever escaped from Hardess before."

"Evidently he had help from one of the guards." Dean Howells had called Jack out of class to give him the news. "The League wants your help. Since you had no trouble vanquishing the LeatherBear during your orals, they think you're the best man for the job."

"Of course, Sir. I'd be glad to help in any way I can." Jack tried to sound confident, but his guts were churning in alarm. During the examination in the arena, he had had the advantage of surprise. The LeatherBear had been in stasis. Jack could prepare to hit him with the full force of his powers, but the Bear couldn't do anything until the stasis field was shut off. Plus, the Bear probably had been overconfident. He thought one small cadet was easy pickings. But the next time he met the Bear, the Bear would be ready. He would flash his privates before Jack had a chance to blast him.

The LeatherBear needed menions. Luckily it was Friday night, and the Ramrod was packed with half-naked men rubbing their sweat-slicked bodies against one another to the hypnotic beat of the dance music. The golden-locked muscleman who responded when he pounded on the back door snarled, "What da fuck you want? Cancha read?" He pointed at the "No Admittance" sign pasted to the wall beside the door.

"Just take a look at this," said the LeatherBear, as he pulled out his cock. "Everyone says, `O Baby, it's just right.'"

The light over the door was dim, but it was strong enough for the guard. "Master," he breathed. "How may your slave serve you?"

"Show me to the dancers' dressing room. I need to change out of these clothes."

Within minutes, the Bear had everyone on the backstage crew under control. A stagehand maneuvered a spotlight so that it shone directly on the pole at center stage. The DJ followed the Bear's command and cued in the music. The Bear gyrated onto the stage wearing only a black leather kilt. He strutted across the stage, facing away from the audience. He knew that the swaying of the kilt over his formidable ass would capture everyone's attention. He grabbed the pole and leered suggestively over his shoulder. "Are you ready, boys?" he called out.

A drunken voice called out, "Show us what you got, big guy."

The Bear was only too happy to oblige. Still facing away from the audience, he grabbed the pole with both hands and pulled himself up. The spotlight followed the ascent of his body, picking out every movement of his back and arm muscles. He slowly lifted his legs until his feet faced upward. The kilt obeyed the law of gravity. It fell down, exposing his rear to the cheers and gasps of the crowd. With one hand the LeatherBear tore it off and tossed it into the crowd. He righted his body again and then slowly rotated to face the crowd. Two hundred pairs of eyes greedily fastened on his erect cock.

With one voice, all the men in the Ramrod cried out, "Master."

It had been a good haul. Two hundred twenty-seven men in all, most of them in prime condition. The LeatherBear had plans for them. But first he needed relief. He needed another blowjob like the one that stupid cadet had given him. His eyes roamed over the kneeling crowd. That one. He had a big mouth and rubbery-looking lips. He could handle the beast. The LeatherBear summoned the chosen one. The man eagerly crawled forward on all fours and fastened his mouth around the Master's cock.

The LeatherBear leaned back in anticipation. Ten seconds later, he angrily pushed the man away. The guy was an amateur. He motioned another man forward. And another. It took him over an hour to test all his new slaves. Not one could replicate the splendor of that blowjob in the Academy arena. That's when he realized what he had to do. He had to find that kid and bring him under control quickly. Not for revenge—although revenge would be a side-benefit. No, his future sexual satisfaction depended on utilizing the kid's power. And the first thing he had to do was to learn his identity.

The LeatherBear rocked back and forth. The man pinioned beneath his buttocks moaned with pleasure. He was so happy to be serving his master. The man's legs were bent at the knees, and thick ropes bound his calves tightly to his thighs. His hands were cuffed and secured below his ass. A wide leather strap encircled his head, gagging his mouth open. The gag served as a holder for a dildo. The Bear slowly raised and lowered himself on it. He could have summoned a slave with a huge cock to fuck him, but he couldn't face the thought of bottoming. At least impaling himself on the foot-long dildo strapped to a manion's head preserved his dignity.

A second man knelt between his legs and sucked on his cock. Not that it was doing much good. He still couldn't replicate the incredible sensations he had experienced in the Academy arena. That damned kid had screwed him up. No one else could make him feel as good. He had been at it for an hour, and still he hadn't had an orgasm. He wasn't even oozing pre-cum. Maybe he needed a larger dildo.

What he needed was that kid. He had never been a patient man, and when he wanted gratification, he wanted it right now. He didn't want to wait. And he didn't want to put up with substitutes, like strap-on dildos and second-rate cocksuckers. What good were his powers if he couldn't use them to get what he wanted—what he needed? That fucking kid had shown him a paradise of new, unsuspected pleasures and then tossed him contemptuously back into the boring same-old, same-old world of cocksuckers without enough slurp and oversized plastic strapons with no torque. One second—that's all he needed. Just enough time to show the kid his cock and enslave him. The little fucker would spend the rest of his life—no, make that the rest of his new master's life—providing the LeatherBear with incomparable sexual excitement.

The strap-on guy's body began to protest at its prolonged bondage. The manion's muscles began to spasm. The dildo quivered within the LeatherBear's ass. Even that didn't excite him. Would he ever be able to orgasm again?

"Master." There was a tentative knock at the door. "Come," said the LeatherBear.

The two menions servicing him and the third manion at the door heard their Master say "Cum." All three spontaneously erupted in massive ejaculations, spewing jism over their own bodies, the floor, and—to the LeatherBear's outrage—over the LeatherBear himself.

"What the fuck?" he cried out. "Clean me up, you idiots. What is it, you stupid prick?"

"Master," the third manion said, in between his feverish attempts to lick the cum off the Bear's body. "We have captured a member of LAE for you to interrogate."

The Bear swatted the manion aside and stood up. The strap-on manion rose along with him, adroitly keeping the dildo pushed into the Bear's ass. The cocksucking manion didn't miss a thrust either as he too lifted his body and kept his mouth glued to the Bear's groin. "Bring him to me," said the Bear. At last, he would learn the identity of the cadet with the mysterious power to satisfy him as no one else could.

From far down the hallway came the cries of a reluctant captive being dragged to the LeatherBear's den. "Unhand me, you miserable miscreants! Restore my freedom or suffer the consequences." A quartet of menions, each holding a limb of the superhero, carried the prisoner in and dropped him on the floor.

"Who is this?" demanded the LeatherBear.

"His name is Cecil Beard, Master."

"And what is his special power?"

"He can infiltrate computers with his mind, Master, and reprogram them."

Beard jumped to his feet and looked around. "Villain, already your computers are doomed. In another second I will control them."

"Computers?" sneered the LeatherBear. "I don't need no stinking computers. Not when I have this." The Bear pulled his cock out of the manion's mouth and waved it at Beard.

The superhero couldn't help himself. His eyes darted toward the LeatherBear's swollen member, still glistening from hours of being sucked, and locked on. His resistance disintegrated as he fell to his knees in adoration. "Master," he moaned. "I am at your service."

"Of course, you are. You will tell me all you know." A minute later the LeatherBear knew the identity of the young superhero who had humiliated him in the arena and overcome him with previously unimaginable pleasures, not to mention making his life a hell of unquenchable lust.

Jack Edgemount, a fourth-year cadet at the Academy—that was his tormentor's name. Now languishing on probation. Well deserved, the LeatherBear was sure. Occasionally the LAE got something right. The little bastard belonged on probation. He deserved much worse, and he would get it, just as soon as the LeatherBear could arrange it. Oh yes, soon Jack would be under his total control. Then the fun would begin.

The LeatherBear turned his attention back to Beard and probed further. Unfortunately his captive didn't know much more than gossip he had overheard in the employees' canteen. He was just a third-level superhero assigned to routine clean-up work on captured computer systems and not privy to the details of Jack's current life.

The LeatherBear glared at his new manion. "He's useless. He knows jackshit. Take him away." His attendants leaped toward Beard and began dragging him out.

The hapless ex-superhero gazed up beseechingly at the Bear. "Wait, Master, I can help. I have access to the LAE computers. I can find out everything you want to know about Edgemount."

"Stop," ordered the LeatherBear. "Tell me more."

"A breach, Sir?" Jack was too nervous to follow SuperGeneral Mann's explanation closely. Just one short hour ago, he had been practicing his powers in Colonel Smith's private quarters. The colonel still couldn't resist Jack, but he valiantly endured demonstration after demonstration of Jack's superpowers, all "in the service of the highest aims of the LAE." But the colonel's latest test of his resolve and his devotion to duty were interrupted by a flying courier, who swooped in, grabbed Jack in his muscular arms, and flew off with him to LAE headquarters. The courier snapped off a crisp salute as he deposited Jack on the carpet before the desk of the head of the LAE.

"Yes, a computer breach. It was detected just milli-seconds after it began. Our technicians countered it and sealed the breach but not before one file was stolen."

One file didn't sound that major to Jack. "I don't understand why I am here, Sir."

"It was your file that was stolen, son," said the distinguished raven-haired veteran whose sexploits were legendary. "We suspect the LeatherBear is behind this. We're going to keep you under protective custody in a safe house until we know more. Your bodyguards will escort you there." SuperGeneral Mann pressed a button on his desk.

The "safe" house was a joke. An ordinary ranch-style house on a tired-looking street. None of the residents had enough enthusiasm to care about landscaping or even basic maintenance. The LeatherBear sneered. Did the LAE consider this protective camouflage? He wouldn't even use the place as a dormitory to stash his least prized menions.

Earlier the LeatherBear had driven down the street in his own car to reconnoiter the area. No one was at home at the house next door to his target. That would suit his purposes admirably. He stopped the hijacked Nile delivery van with a squeal of brakes and hopped out. He had decided to play the part of a busy deliveryman. He scurried around to the rear of the van and threw back the doors with a clang. Good. His ploy was working. The curtains covering the front windows of the safe house twitched. Someone was checking on him. What they saw was a well-built man in the familiar muddy brown Nile uniform ostentatiously consulting the clipboard in his hand.

The LeatherBear lifted the dolly out of the truck, taking care not to hit the naked Nile deliveryman he had enslaved an hour before. It had taken him a while to find someone close to his own size. The deliveryman had his height but was much smaller through the chest. XXXL was apparently the largest available size of the uniform shirt. Unfortunately it wasn't large enough to accommodate the LeatherBear. His arms had already split the seams of the sleeves, and he had to concentrate on taking shallow breaths to avoid popping the buttons off. Even so, the fabric gaped wide between the strained buttons, and tufts of his thick black chest hair sprouted through the gaps. Plus his shapely butt and thick thighs made the pants ride high. Each step revealed two or three inches of hairy shin above the white socks. Worse, they were painfully tight through the crotch. He wasn't wearing underwear, and the zipper scraped against his cock every time he moved. Luckily he didn't have far to walk in them.

The LeatherBear reached into the van and slid out the large box he had prepared to transport Jack. He strapped the box to the dolly and wheeled it to the front door of the house. He rang the doorbell and stepped back. While he was waiting he glanced around with a bored look on his face. Excellent. Except for the safe house, the neighborhood was deserted. No one would witness the abduction. He pushed the doorbell two or three times in a show of impatience.

When no one answered, he wheeled the box down the driveway and up the sidewalk to the safe house. He took care that the box obscured the view of anyone who might be watching him. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was ready. He knocked briskly on the door.

He had his speech prepared. "Hey, I wonder if you could do me a favor. I've got this delivery for your neighbor and no one's home. Can I leave it with you?" When the man glanced down at the box, he would push it aside, exposing his cock. The guard would instantly become him manion, as would the other guards when they rushed to his aid. Jack would soon be in his control.

He heard the intercom next to the door click. "Who is it?" a disembodied voice said.

"Hi," he started on his spiel.

"Hands up, LeatherBear," said a voice behind him. At the same instant, the front door of the house flew open. Out of the corners of his eyes, the LeatherBear saw several figures converging on him from the sides. He whirled around prepared to stun all of them into submission with a glimpse of his cock.

"Sorry, Bear. That doesn't work on us." The leader of Jack's bodyguards smirked at the LeatherBear as she tasered him. "You may have heard of us. We're the troupe of superheroines collectively known as `Lez Ms.'" The ten women high-fived one another as they handcuffed and shackled the Bear. All of them had exchanged their LAE uniforms for outfits better suited to guard duty at a safe house (the better to blend in with the neighborhood)—flannel shirts in a red plaid design over levis and tan Timberland workboots. One of them grabbed the Bear's cock and stuffed it back inside the trousers. She yanked the zipper close, catching several tufts of pubic hair in the teeth.

"It's okay, Jack. We've neutralized him," the leader called. "You can come out now. It's safe."

The Bear watched impotently as his nemesis strolled out of the house and looked down on his prostrate figure. "That was quick, Captain."

"Pshaw, Jack, weren't nothing. Didn't even work up a decent sweat." Captain Hawkins removed the cigar from her mouth and spat on the ground. "Our trap worked just as we planned."

"Trap?" Jack gulped. "You mean you wanted the LeatherBear to find me?"

"Yeah, you were the bait. We learned that this bandito was looking for information on the cadet who beat him. We let a nerd in the computer department overhear us talking about you and then arranged for him to be captured. It worked perfectly. We fed the Bear what he wanted to hear. Idiot thought he would waltz in here, show us a bit of cock, and then kidnap you. He expected a crew of men to be guarding you. Never occurred to him that we knew his powers worked only on guys. He's kinda like you in that respect, ain't he?" The Lez Ms guffawed and high-fived one another again.

Jack and the Bear exchanged a glance. Captain Hawkins's jibe included both of them. They were the only men around, and even though Jack was a superhero in the making and the LeatherBear was a tested supervillain, they shared a moment of fraternity as their eyes met.

The Bear raged inside his bindings. That Beard guy had been a sacrifice. He had been fed disinformation and then planted where the Bear's menions had been able to capture him. He should have known that it had all been too easy. He was furious at himself for being so gullible and furious at the LAE and his captors. They just did not play fair—they never gave a villain a chance.

The one person he wasn't mad at was Jack. Before Lez Ms tossed him into their waiting Black Maria, he shot the diminutive superhero a look of supplication. Just ten seconds of bliss. That's all he wanted. Hell, he'd settle for one second. He was sure that Jack would understand. He'd seen the look of dismay on the kid's face when that bulldyke had sneered at the both of them and belittled their powers. No woman could ever understand the glory of sex between men.

"Now that the LeatherBear is back in prison, it's safe for you to return to the Academy, Cadet Edgemount. On behalf of the LAE, I would like to thank you for your help." SuperGeneral Mann patted Jack on the shoulder.

Inwardly Jack was seething with resentment at the way he had been used. Captain Hawkins's casual dismissal of him as "bait" and her sneer at his superpower still rankled. But it would not do to express that openly. He could, however, take advantage of the opportunity and turn it to his advantage. "I was glad to be of service, General." He hesitated a few seconds before continuing, "General, as you know, as part of my probation, I'm required to do community service."

"Yes?" The General looked perplexed that a cadet would raise such an issue with him. He had nothing to do with training of individual cadets at the Academy.

"I was wondering, Sir, if I could try to reform the LeatherBear. I think if I used my powers on him, I could condition him and persuade him to join the League and use his powers for good instead of evil. We're told in all our ethics classes that instead of punishing villains we should try to redeem them and teach them to work for the good of society. I'd like to try with the LeatherBear."

"It's a highly unusual request, son. And he is a very powerful villain. Redemption may be official LAE policy, but there are some villains beyond help."

"Captain Hawkins told me that Bear's—the Bear's—excuse me for using this word in your presence, Sir—she told me the Bear's cock is kept locked into a device that conceals it whenever he's around other men so that he can't use his power on them. I'd be safe, General. Just think of what it would mean to have him on our side. He can subdue whole armies of men with a single flash."

Jack could see that the General looked unconvinced. He was rubbing the dimple in his famous square-jawed chin, and the lock of ink-black hair that curled over his broad forehead was twitching. Obviously the General was concocting a polite refusal. It was time for a bit of encouragement. Jack briefly aimed a thought at General Mann, not enough to impinge on the General's consciousness—just a flash of good feeling in the General's genitals. A dreamy look crept into the General's eyes, and a brief smile twitched across his lips. He sighed in contentment

"Now that I think about it, Jack, I guess it won't do any harm to let you try. Your zeal is commendable, and your record speaks for itself. Put in a formal request through your adviser at the Academy, and I'll consider it. Provided that the proper safeguards are instituted, I'll approve it."

All the male guards had been replaced by females so that he couldn't use his powers to escape again. Just to show them he couldn't care less what they thought of him, he ran around in the nude. Let them see his cock bobbing about. It didn't matter. He was done for now. There would be a show trial, almost certainly before a female judge and attorneys and an all-woman jury. Then he would be hustled into mandatory rehab. That would be perfunctory. The psychiatric evaluators would declare him an incorrigible and then he would be sent to the Factory for reconditioning. He could kiss his superpowers good-bye.

He wondered if Jack would be called as a witness at his trial. He should suggest that to his attorney. He wanted to see Jack one more time before his mind was erased and he emerged as one of those blank-faced robots sweeping leaves and picking up litter at some park. Jack's final look at him before the door of the Black Maria slammed shut and he was carted back to prison had been almost wistful—as if Jack felt some special affinity to him. It was the sort of regretful look a friend might give a friend when they had to part.

Not that he knew much about how friends behaved. He hadn't had any friends for a long time. At least not since puberty when he had acquired his powers. He'd never forget that day in the showers after football practice when suddenly all the guys had frozen in place and turned toward him with adoration in their eyes. His powers had frightened him at first. He didn't know what was happening and why all the guys were so anxious to please him. When he figured it out, he was so embarrassed that he refused to undress in front of other men. That hadn't stopped the gossip and the rumors. He had taken to villainy in self-defense when the LAE threatened him with the Factory. Flashing the beast became his weapon in the struggle to survive.

But despite his goal of world domination, he wasn't really evil at heart. And Jack understood that. He could tell. Jack knew what it was like to be different. Maybe he shouldn't spend so much time thinking about Jack—but time was all he had. And Jack had such wonderful brown eyes. So deep and clear. True, Jack was scrawny, but exercise would cure that. If there was one thing he understood, it was bodybuilding. He would help Jack, provide the proper motivation. He would show Jack the beast, not to enslave him but to help him. He wouldn't hurt Jack, just help him for his own good. And in return, he'd let Jack use his powers on him.

The PA system in his cell clicked on. "The prisoner will get ready to meet a visitor."

The LeatherBear had learned the routine. He stood up and laced his hands together behind his neck. A few seconds later the lock on the door clicked and a quartet of female guards armed with electric stun guns entered.

The guards thrust their guns toward the Bear. "Turn around and face the wall," one of them barked out. "Clasp your hands across your back."

The Bear did as he was told and lowered his hands until they rested just above his buttocks. One guard cuffed his wrists as another cuffed his ankles. The guards chained the pairs of cuffs together and then locked the stasis collar in place. He felt someone prod his ass with the barrel of a gun. "Okay, you can turn around now."

The Bear complied. He didn't really have a choice. If he tried to fight what was coming, the stasis collar would be switched on, and he would be helpless to prevent the next step. It was better for his dignity to pretend that he had some choice in the matter.

Another guard carrying a large stainless steel cylinder about a foot long and five inches in diameter entered the room. The cylinder was open at one end; the other end was capped with a sphere. Attached to the cylinder near the open end as an egg-shaped globe. The guard quickly locked the device around the Bear's cock and balls. The rubber gasket around the opening molded itself so tightly to the Bear's anatomy and the device weighed enough to pressure the Bear's cock and balls that it worked like a cock ring. The cage not only completely hid his cock and balls, rendering his superpowers useless, but also gave him a raging hard-on.

"Let's go, Tinman." One of the guards nudged him with her gun.

The Bear carefully cultivated a poker face. He wasn't going to give the guards the satisfaction of knowing how much pain the device caused.

The voice on the PA had said he was to meet a visitor. The visitor had to be male, or they wouldn't have caged his cock. He wondered who it was. At least it was a break in the routine, something different from sitting in his cell staring at the walls and thinking about Jack and worrying about what was going to happen to him.

"You know, sometimes you're a pain in the ass."

"Whaddya mean? I'm not doing anything to you right now."

"That's the problem. I want you to mess with me." The LeatherBear winked broadly at Jack. "It feels so good when you're inside my head that I miss it when you're not."

Jacked laughed. He reached out with his mind and triggered the mind-fuck inside the Bear. The Bear's eyes glazed over as the powerful cock slowly invaded his ass. The hard, long, thick, wet column smoothly surged in and out. He could feel every inch as the cock stroked him from within. He murmured his thanks in between gasps of pleasure.

Jack congratulated himself on his success. The conditioning and reprogramming were going so well. The Bear was cooperating. With Jack's help, he had repented of his former ways and expressed remorse over the thousands of men he had enslaved. Next week they were going to bring in a few of those whose minds he had so ruined that the LAE had been unable to rehabilitate them. The Bear had promised to try to restore them to sanity.

Plus the two of them had become close friends. That was an added bonus. It was great to have a friend who understood you. He dialed back on the mind-fuck a bit. Above a certain level, the Bear couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure pulsating outward from his ass. "Have you thought about what we discussed last time?"

"Yes, Jack. But I'm not sure how much I can control my powers or if I can do it at all. I never had any reason to experiment before. When I was still a bad bear, I was interested only in enslaving other men, not in seeing if I could exercise partial control over them. And it's not like the LAE is going to let us test our powers on anyone, is it? They don't really trust people like us, do they?"

The LeatherBear flexed his pecs. Jack felt his cock twitch. He loved it when the Bear bounced his pecs. The Bear had such great pecs. Especially now that the Bear had shaved all the hair off his chest. The nipples stood out so clearly now. Dark orbs encircling stiff perky nipples. Jack often caught himself staring at them. He tried to be discreet about it. He thought he was being careful. He was sure that no one had noticed how often his eyes rested on the Bear's nipples. They were so succulent. He licked his lips and allowed himself to imagine what it would feel like to take those nipples between his lips and suck on them. He almost groaned out loud as the Bear slowly rotated his nipples up and down, back and forth.

A short chain linked the Bear's wrist cuffs to an eyebolt in the table between Jack and the Bear. The Bear lifted his hands off the table as far as he could and rotated his forearms. "Case in point," he said as he dropped his arms back on the tabletop.

"No, they do not trust us." Jack's voice was almost mechanical. The LAE didn't trust either of them. "I asked if they would uncuff you while you're in this room. I mean they keep the door locked, and even if you got out, it's not as if you would get very far with the stasis collar around your neck. But they refused. They still think of you as a villain."

"Well, Jack, I was a villain. And you're still on probation. We have to prove to them that we're trustworthy. Are they still making you work with that colonel?"

"Yeah. He makes me zap him several times a week. I don't know what he thinks he's accomplishing. I think he's just using me for his pleasure. He doesn't really want to help train me to use my powers better. I hate working with him."

"I can understand that, Jack. I hope you don't hate working with me."

"No, I lu ..." Jack's words caught in his throat.

The Bear smiled at him and flexed his pecs. "You what?" he asked in a soft low voice.

Jack stared at the Bear's right nipple. "I love working with you, Bear."

"Yes, I know. I love working with you too, Jack." The Bear leaned forward. "Jack, can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything, Bear."

"First of all, my name is Cal. `Bear' is my old name from the days when I was a villain. Before I met you, and you showed me the errors of my ways and helped me to be a better person. Would you call me Cal?"

"Sure, Cal." A flush of pleasure shook Jack.

"Second, I've got this terrible itch in the middle of my back. Could you scratch it for me?" The Bear bounced his pecs several times.

"Sure, Cal." Jack got up and circled around the table. "Where is it?"

"Just below the collar in the middle. ... A little bit lower ... To the left ... Ah, that's it. Perfect. That feels so good."

The Bear rotated his shoulders. The muscles in his back and neck felt alive beneath Jack's hands. "You're so hard, Cal. I like ..."

"Like what, Jack?"

"I like touching you."

"You like muscles?"

"I like your muscles"

The LeatherBear turned his head and looked Jack in the eye. "Put your hands on my biceps."

The Bear's voice rasped softly against Jack's flesh. His cock pressed against his briefs. He put his hands on the Bear's biceps and squeezed. "Oh, they're so hard, and so big."

"If I didn't have these cuffs on, I could flex for you." The Bear lifted his wrists as far off the table as he could. "If I could raise them to shoulder height, I could show how big I really am."

"I'd like to see that. Do they let you exercise?"

"For two hours a day. The guards take me to the gym. I have to wear the collar, of course. But I have to be careful doing some of the exercises. They won't let anyone exercise with me, and I don't have anyone to spot me."

"Maybe I can ask to join you. I need to get ready for the physical exam at the end of this year. I barely squeaked by last year."

"I could help you with that. But do you think they will let us spend more time together, Jack?"

Jack leaned forward over the Bear's shoulders until he could see the Bear's nipples again. They were so beautiful. It was hard to take his eyes off them. Each time he looked at them, he felt more and more devoted to the Bear, to Cal. He had found his purpose in life. He existed to help Cal, to give Cal pleasure. Further down he caught the glint of that cruel cage around the Bear's cock and balls. He could see the beginning of the Bear's cock, just an eighth of an inch or so. God, it was huge. He'd never seen such a big cock before. It was no wonder Cal could exercise such power over others. "We made such good progress. I'll tell them it's part of your rehabilitation—to work with a cadet who can benefit from your knowledge of bodybuilding."

"Very good, Jack. We make such a good team."

"Yes, Cal, We make such a good team." The only thing that kept him from kissing Cal was the knowledge that every thing they did, every word they spoke, was taped and reviewed later.

The Bear moaned. "You make me so horny. I wish they didn't put this cage around my cock and balls. I want you to suck me off so badly. A real blowjob not one of your mental ones."

"Really? You'd let me suck you off?"

"Of course."

"But then I'd end up your slave."

"We'll figure something out. You know that when you use your powers on me, it dampens mine. I don't think that what's left is strong enough to enslave you. But just to be sure, you could blindfold yourself. As long as you don't peek, you'll be safe."

Jack's cock was hard. He wanted to suck the Bear's cock so much. It would almost be worth risking enslavement. "Maybe I can give you a mental blowjob."

"Yeah, well, that didn't work so well the last time. Remember. My cock almost ruptured inside the cage."

"Yeah, I know."

"It was almost worth it. It felt so good at first." The Bear paused and pushed his chair back. Both he and Jack stared at the metal cage surrounding his cock and balls. "Say, I've never asked. But do your powers work at a distance?"

Jack thought for a moment. "I don't know. I've never tried. I've always been in the same room with the guy. Why, what do you have in mind?"

"An experiment."

The LeatherBear lay back on the bunk in his cell. It was almost the time he and Jack had arranged. He was naked. The guards had removed the metal cage covering his cock and balls. The dull pain caused by the close-fitting rubber gasket that encircled the base of his balls and cock and held the cage securely in place was almost gone. He had told Jack to wait an hour to give him time to recover.

Jack was succumbing to his nipples. All the signs were there. He didn't hesitate to carry out the Bear's commands. Of course, he had to disguise those commands as requests to deceive the guards watching the cameras in the interview room. It didn't take a genius like himself to know that his meetings with Jack for his "rehabilitation" treatments would be stopped immediately if they suspected that Jack was coming under his power.

At least he was pretty sure that Jack was becoming ensnared. As near as he could analyze the dampening effect that happened when Jack activated his powers, they operated like a force field. The pleasures Jack caused overwhelmed his mind and prevented him from exercising his powers fully. He couldn't think straight when he was getting one of Jack's fucks. He could only surrender to the sensations surging throughout his body and enjoy them while they lasted.

Or course, it could just be that Jack was smitten. He was exhibiting all the classic signs of puppy love. Part of that was the result of their conversations. Jack clearly had never had such an understanding "friend," one who shared Jack's sense of ambivalence about his powers. "We didn't ask to be different, did we? There are times I just wish I could be normal." He had repeatedly fed Jack variations on those thoughts.

And Jack had responded in kind. "I know what you mean. Sometimes I would trade my life at the Academy for my job at Save-Mart. I could have been an assistant shift manager by now. I wish that doctor at the hospital hadn't realized the lightning strike gave me a superpower and reported me to the LAE. I know that the law requires him to do that, but still—they just showed up one day and hauled me off to the Academy. They didn't ask if I wanted to go." Yes, Jack had his grievances, and his new, oh-so-sympathetic friend was only too willing to listen to him complain.

He was playing Jack perfectly, he thought. Empathy combined with a sexy body and the power of his nipples. The kid didn't have a chance.

Speaking of playing, Jack was nothing if not punctual. It was exactly an hour since they had parted. The LeatherBear threaded his fingers behind his neck and relaxed. Jack's powers did work at a distance. His cock sprang up to its full length as Jack began the mental blow job. Before he gave in to the sensations, the Bear noted that distance had no effect on the intensity. Dammit, he should have told Jack to give him a fucking as well.

Jack lay back in his bed. It was almost time. He had told Cal that he would begin broadcasting his thoughts at exactly 2:30 to see if his powers worked over a distance. The prison had to be at least ten miles from the dormitory at the Academy. It would be so great if the experiment worked. If it did, it would really increase the amount of time he could devote to Cal.

The sessions were going so well. Cal had expressed remorse and a desire to reform. Even the worst skeptics in the LAE would have to admit that he had repented of his evil ways and was ready to join the ranks of crime-fighting superheroes. It wouldn't be long until Cal and he could be together all the time, partners in and out of bed.

Cal's body had felt so good when he scratched that itch for him. His skin was so smooth. It was liked stroking silk. And his muscles were so hard. Mentally he leaned forward so that he could see Cal's nipples. He wished that the itch had been on Cal's chest. He would have liked to put his hands on Cal's pecs and have him flex them while he held on. Maybe position his thumbs over the Cal's nipples and stroke them as the pecs bounced. He didn't know why Cal's nipples attracted him so much. He had never thought of himself as a nipple guy, but there was something about Cal's nipples. It was hard to look away from them, especially now that Cal had shaved his pecs. The nipples were so large, and they were surrounded by those large brown, juicy circles. He could almost feel what it would be like to press his face against Cal's chest and take one of those nipples into his mouth.

And further down was that cruel metal cage that imprisoned Cal's cock and balls. Of course, it was for his protection, but he could remove it in his own imagination, in the safety of his own room. One day he would see it for real. Cal had told him that when he used his powers, it inhibited the power of his cock to enslave other men. Besides Cal was his friend now. Cal wouldn't enslave him. And if Cal was to join the LAE, he had to learn to control and focus his powers so that he used it only on the bad guys. With his help, Cal was learning to do just that. Soon the two of them would both be full-fledged, accredited members in good standing of the LAE. With their combined salaries, they could rent a house and live together. They might even be able to afford to buy a house. It would be the perfect arrangement for them.

He would have Cal put on his favorite blue thong, the shiny one that looked like it was made of latex, and lie back in bed. Cal would spread his legs and grasp them by the ankles, spreading them apart so that he could see the thin blue strap nestling deep between Cal's legs. Cal would pull the strap to one side, exposing his crotch. He would roll onto his back, lifting his ass so that his anus was visible, but being careful to keep his cock covered so as not to unleash his powers.

He would creep up between Cal's thighs and begin tonguing Cal's taint. He would use his nose to push Cal's balls out of the way—Cal would of course have huge balls that hung down over his crotch and covered up his taint. Once the taint was exposed, he would begin to lick it. Slowly, teasing Cal. Using the tip of his tongue to discover the most sensitive spots and drilling in on them. Or using the whole wet surface of his tongue to slurp the entire area at once. Getting it wet and smooth before he slowly moved downward until he reached Cal's hole. Probing it with the tip of his tongue. Insinuating the tip between the lips of Cal's anus. And at the same time, using his mental powers to heighten Cal's pleasure. Making Cal moan with lust. Making Cal want more. Making Cal's cock stretch that beautiful blue thong so that the head was clearly outlined.

He would continue to rim Cal with his mental powers while he turned his attentions to Cal's cock. He would leisurely lick its entire length before taking the head between his lips and tickling the slit with his tongue. He would suck the cock down his throat until his face was buried in Cal's pubes. He would use his mental powers to stimulate Cal until he began pounding his cock in and out of his mouth. He would keep his face glued to Cal's groin.

Then, when Cal couldn't take any more, when Cal was almost ready to cum, he would pull away, crouch down on all fours, elevate his ass, and say, "Fuck me, Cal." With a mighty groan, Cal would tear off the now sodden thong and in one swift movement impale him. Cal would plunge all of his great cock in. It might hurt, but he would take it all. Cal would slap him on the ass to make him tighten up. He would send signals to Cal's brain, making the fucking feel even better. Like his ass was deep-throating Cal's cock and giving it a blow job and a great fuck simultaneously.

Cal would wrap his strong arms around his body, pulling him close and holding him tight in his iron grip. The two of them would give themselves up to the mindless pleasures of sex. When Cal finished pumping his cum into him, they would rest for a few minutes and start over again.

"It was great, Jack. I don't know what you were thinking about, but it was like the two of us were having sex. You should have seen my cell when you broke the mental contact and I could relax. There was cum all over the place, even on the ceiling. I've never had an orgasm like that. I can't wait for the day when we can do that in person."

The Bear reached across the table to Jack. The chains kept him from being able to stretch out his hands all the way, but Jack grasped the Bear's hands in his. "I can't wait either. We have got to make this happen. Let's work on bringing your powers under your control. Once you demonstrate that a man can see your cock and not be enslaved to you, they'll have to let you join the League."

"I'm hearing excellent thing about your progress with the LeatherBear, Lieutenant Edgemount. I'm told the results are first class, stellar even." SuperGeneral Mann shook Jack's hand. "Congratulations on completing your first assignment so successfully."

The other dignitaries on the stage stared as Mann detained Jack. It was unusual for the Director to offer the newly commissioned officers of the LAE anything more than a smile and a handshake as they made their way across the stage at the Academy's graduation exercises.

Jack took advantage of the opportunity to speak his mind. "I'm looking forward to partnering with Cal—that's what he wants to be called now—and fighting crime with him."

"That would be highly unusual, Edgemount. We'll have to think that one ..."

Jack sent a small wave of stimulus through the Director's body.

"... over. But I'm sure we will be able to work something out. You two will make the perfect crime-fighting team."

Jack was so pleased with the Director's cooperation that he forgot himself for an instant. The Director nearly squeezed Jack's hand flat as Jack sent unleashed the full force of his powers. He instantly turned off the stimulation, but not before the Director figured out what had just happened.

"Hmm. I see now why everyone is so excited about your powers, Lieutenant. When this is all over, we must get together. I have some superpowers that aren't mentioned in the promotional films. I think you and the LeatherBear will enjoy them."